Chapter 94 - Wet Dream

Long Mei moved a lot in her sleep. 

Jin Qing did not have the heart to tell her. Sometimes she'd wake him by accident, especially in the middle of the night when she subconsciously inched toward him. 

At first, Long Mei would kick or punch him accidentally. But the more he came, the more psychical she got with him.

Tonight was one of those nights. 

But instead of trying to beat him to a pulp, she was wrapped around him like a koala.

He did not understand how she went from being violent as if she was trying to fight off those who chased her dreams to cuddling him. Perhaps she was dreaming of something new now. 

Long Mei aligned her body against him, her head on his shoulders, an arm around his torso, a leg propped over his waist. 

It was difficult for him to catch a wink of sleep when she was so near, breathing softly. But the last thing in his mind was anything sexual. He could not think of that while she was asleep. 

But Long Mei began to move, and her hand roamed on his chest, and she clenched her thighs with his leg between them. 

Fuck. 

She began to grind against him, and he realized she was might be having a wet dream. A wet dream that was becoming real. 

Her soft moans were in his ear, and he did not want to wake her, knowing she'd be mortified if she knew. He stilled as she bit her lip, chasing her release with his thigh between her legs. When she came, a cry of pleasure sounded against his neck. She panted, catching her breath.

When Long Mei's bliss came down, she flipped over on her other side. 

Thank god, Jin Qing thought. 

He then slipped from the bed, heading into the bathroom. 

It was not the first cold shower he had since Long Mei moved into his home, but the water did nothing to relieve him this time. 

It had been a while since he had a release, since he had a lay. He put a hand to his cock, trying to think of something that would make him cum. Anything and he tried not to think about the woman not too far from him, but no other image was working. 

He pumped himself once, twice, and the image of the woman who clung to him, finding a way to fill her ache, her soft moans filling in his ear...

Jin Qing came.

He sighed, shaking his wet hair. He then cleaned himself, stepping out of the shower to dry and dress for bed. Again. 

He returned to the room, Long Mei still fast asleep. He lay next to her, not catching a wink of sleep. 

…

At breakfast, Long Mei avoided his gaze. 

Panic flared in Jin Qing's chest, wondering if she must have heard him last night. But the shower tap was on, and he made sure he was quiet. 

She sat down, placing some fluffy pancakes on her plate. Her face was red as she tried not to look at him. 

Jin Qing swallowed, tension coiling in the air. He wanted to rip the bandaid off immediately. "Is there something wrong?"

Long Mei flushed. "Umm...Did I moan last night?" her face reddened. 

Jin Qing was taken aback. He did not know how to answer, but his hesitation told her everything. 

"I did, didn't I?" she ran a hand through her hair, a palm resting on her forehead. 

"I—" he stumbled for words. 

"I'm so embarrassed. I'm so sorry," Long Mei responded. 

"No—" he began. "But how did you know?"

She flushed. "I went to the bathroom. When I checked my panties, I…" She did not want to finish that sentence. Jin Qing knew what she was going to say. She found herself to be soaked, and he remembered he was the reason why. But Jin Qing was just as embarrassed as her for getting a hard-on just by watching her rub on him. 

"Maybe it was discharge?"

"But you didn't deny when I asked if you heard me moan, Alek!" she buried her face in her palms. 

Right. 

"It's nothing to be ashamed about," he assured her. "It happens. I've done it when I was younger." 

She shook her head. "But what if I tried to assault you?" her eyes then widened. "Did I assault you?" She looked mortified. 

God Damnit. 

"Stop overthinking," he told her. "Let's say you were to come onto me. Hypothetically, I would not mind." 

"But—" she started. 

"Mei," he spoke, a flush rising on his expression. "What I'm trying to say is that even if I can't give you my verbal consent, I'd still want it. If you want to fuck, we'll fuck. If you want me to eat, finger, or rub your pussy, I will. Without hesitation. You don't need permission from me." 

Obviously, consent is important. But, with Long Mei, she did not have to ask for anything, and he'd give her what she wanted. Only her. 

Long Mei's lips parted. She blushed, her skin reddening the colour of jam on her toast. 

"I did not realize you were so generous," Long Mei said, not meeting his eye, as she took a bite from the corner of her toast. 

"I'm a decent man."

"And you would eat my pussy without protest?"

"I could go on my knees right now," he said seriously. 

Long Mei swallowed. "Would you expect anything in return?"

"Only if you want it." 

Long Mei blushed. She then tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear, poking at her scrambled eggs with a fork. 

Jin Qing tried to make Long Mei feel better, but he then realized that he offered her to cross a line. A line he hoped she would not dare cross because that would further blur the lines between them. 

This was just pretending, Jin Qing reminded himself. She'd never want him anyway. 

"You sound like a cat when you moan," he muttered to break the thick silence. 

Long Mei threw a fork at him. 

Jin Qing laughed.